Author: H. De Vere Stacpoole
THE MAN WHO LOST HIMSELF (15)
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“The sight of the horrible scoundrel with whiskers roused the dog in his nature.”
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“Now if you can’t untie a knot, you can always cut it if you have a knife — can’t you?”
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“More fantastic and infinitely more dangerous than any position he had hitherto occupied.”
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“I just want to tell you,” said the Beauty, leaning a little forward, “that you are a silly old ass.”
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“I guess the only disgrace is owing money and not being able to pay,” said the present Lord Rochester.
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“She had hypnotized Rochester like a fowl. She was that sort.”
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“Shall I be Victor Jones for the future, or shall I be the Earl of Rochester?”
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“I’ve got you,” said he, “and I’m going to squeeze you, and I’m going to make you squeal.”
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“Jones, like a good Democrat, had all his life professed a contempt for rank.”
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“This man wanted a cold bath, he wanted to be held under the tap till he cried for mercy.”
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“To a man accustomed to dress himself it comes as a shock to have his underpants held out for him.”
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“He could remember a rum omelette, at which he had laughed because it was on fire.”
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“I don’t know whether I ought to apologise to you or you to me.”
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